" Sindari sprang close and roared at the the kobold, The kobold, eyes widening even further, stopped screaming… and wet himself.
I groaned and held him out at arm’s length. “Gross, Sindari.”
My apologies. I didn’t anticipate that result. “What usually happens when you roar at people?” Stupefied acquiescence.
“This probably qualifies. He got my hip.
” Perhaps you can roll in the fertilizer on the way out.
I don’t see how that would help.
It would mask the odor.
So I’d smell like blood and fish instead?
Yes. Those are far more appealing scents.
If you say so.
What’s the plan? Sindari asked as the kobold scurried away.
We’re going to optimistically hope for the best. I marched resolutely through the grass.
Sindari glided past me to take the lead. An interesting stance from someone with pee on her hip.
I’m not sure I believe that you didn’t anticipate that result. His look back was not convincingly innocent. "

― Lindsay Buroker , Battle Bond (Death Before Dragons, #2)